I wrung my hands under the table as I stretched my lips into a smile. Across the table, staring intently my direction was Louisa, her back periodically arching and tummy protruding as she tried to make herself comfortable. The fact that she'd asked me to meet her at the same restaurant where she and Jason were dining in the picture Sparrow had given me made this all the more difficult.
“You know, I keep craving this restaurant," she said. “They need to keep a table open for me until this baby arrives."
“When was the last time you were here?" I asked.
“Jason and I were here..." She hummed in thought. “...I think it was Wednesday night."
I'd been right that the photograph was recent. It had been taken the day before it was given to me.
“So you got a weird vibe from Franco?" she asked,
